The Sofa Saga
Once upon a time, G asked me and C if we'd store two sofas in our garage for a few weeks. That was over four months ago! As time went on, our garage became fuller and fuller, with many things piled high on the sofas, and then around them, and then in front of them, until we could hardly even get into the garage without breathing in and walking sideways.
And then, we found out that G didn't want them any more!
Men.
To cut a very long, boring story short, too much time passed, and then A suggested we use Freecycle - that was like one of those moments when you feel really stupid and wonder why you didn't think of it in the first place. So yesterday afternoon I stuck an ad on Freecycle, and a few minutes later, I got emails from two women asking if they could have them, like, now! (Like duh, whyyyyy didn't I think of that before?! Thanks, A. I owe you one, as usual.)
Anyway, three really sweet and lanky skinhead youths (the winning woman's son and his mates) have just tied the sofas to the top of a really high van and are driving through Preston as I type. I hope to God they don't squish someone on the way. The rope I gave them from an old demo banner should have helped a bit(!)
So people, REMEMBER FREECYCLE IS THE ANSWER TO ALL YOUR SOFA PROBLEMS!
(PS: G has also fully redeemed himself by plugging a new memory card into my PC for me, and driving us to town to get a new one when we realised I'd bought the wrong one. Bless him!)